When an artist applies the phrase "verbal gonorrhoea" to themselves twice in the course of a 30-minute album, you know they're having a dark night of the soul. Or should that be Dark Knight: the tense, atmospheric orchestral arrangements on Chilly Gonzales's eighth album (courtesy of his brother, soundtrack composer Christopher Beck) would sit just as happily in one of Christopher Nolan's Batman movies. Gonzales knows he's no superhero: he's just a rapper, pianist and producer trying to earn a dollar (a subject he explores exhaustively, and frames in exquisite wordplay, in Beans) and keep his audience entertained – he is, as one song title emphasises, just a Different Kind of Prostitute. You can see why Gonzales has previously been dismissed as a prankster, but the torrent of self-scorn here is delivered with such sincerity and wit that when he likens himself to Seinfeld co-writer/Curb Your Enthusiasm star Larry David, the comparison feels exactly right.